XIII

And that more wondrous was, in either jaw
  Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, 110
  In which yet trickling blood, and gobbets raw
  Of late devoured bodies did appeare,
  That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare: 
  Which to increase, and as atonce to kill,
  A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphure seare, 115
  Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still,
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.

XIV

His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shields,
  Did burne with wrath, and sparkled living fyre: 
  As two broad Beacons,[*] set in open fields, 120
  Send forth their flames far off to every shyre,
  And warning give, that enemies conspyre
  With fire and sword the region to invade;
  So flam’d his eyne with rage and rancorous yre: 
  But farre within, as in a hollow glade, 125
Those glaring lampes were set, that made a dreadfull shade.

XV

So dreadfully he towards him did pas,
  Forelifting up aloft his speckled brest,
  And often bounding on the brused gras,
  As for great joyance of his newcome guest. 130
  Eftsoones he gan advance his haughtie crest,
  As chauffed Bore his bristles doth upreare,
  And shoke his scales to battell ready drest;
  That made the Redcrosse knight nigh quake for feare,
As bidding bold defiance to his foeman neare. 135

XVI

The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,
  And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might: 
  The pointed steele arriving rudely theare,
  His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,
  But glauncing by forth passed forward right; 140
  Yet sore amoved with so puissaunt push,
  The wrathfull beast about him turned light,
  And him so rudely passing by, did brush
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.

XVII

Both horse and man up lightly rose againe, 145
  And fresh encounter towards him addrest: 
  But th’idle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine,
  And found no place his deadly point to rest. 
  Exceeding rage enflam’d the furious beast,
  To be avenged of so great despight; 150
  For never felt his imperceable brest
  So wondrous force, from hand of living wight;
Yet had he prov’d the powre of many a puissant knight.

XVIII

Then with his waving wings displayed wyde,
  Himselfe up high he lifted from the ground, 155
  And with strong flight did forcibly divide
  The yielding aire, which nigh too feeble found
  Her flitting parts,[*] and element unsound,
  To beare so great a weight:  he cutting way
  With his broad sayles, about him soared round:  160
  At last low stouping[*] with unweldie sway,
Snatcht up both horse and man, to beare them quite away.